November 30, 2021

Beyond credibility, my cable is out again. Five times in a month. Jimmy calls and says they’ve found the problem, on a pole somewhere remote from here. Can it be fixed tonight? No. It must be fixed tonight. We’ll be there first thing in the morning. I need it to be fixed tonight. It will not be fixed tonight. The grief I feel has something to do with solitude, and little do to with the actual service. It’s like being in constant panic and having the drug that covered that panic suddenly removed.